[Lyric] The Devil (X-in June)

The devil on my back I feel his breath on my neck
He whispers in my ear
He thirsts for fear

His hunger is insatiable
His thirst unquenchable
He holds like a nail
He is the devil in the detail

I hear your voice from hell
It swings like a death knell
Feel the envy in your hands
Hate is your seventh sense

He constantly calls my name
Because my name means fame
His mind is always on the way
And doesn't undеrstand anyway

He is a snake, the creeping violеnce
Injects the poison of silence
Immunity has preserved me
Saved from blindness and lies
I hear your voice from hell
It swings like a death knell
Feel the envy in your hands
Hate is your seventh sense

I feel your voice from hell
It swings like a death knell
Hear the envy in your plans
Hate is your seventh sense

Now I ride as a warrior
To the battlefield of honor
I come with storms and hail
Victory against the liars in detail
Liar

I hear your voice from hell
It swings like a death knell
Feel the envy in your hands
Hate is your seventh sense

I feel your voice from hell
It swings like a death knell
Hear the envy in your plans
Hate is your seventh sense